The silence is deafening
I lie here thinking
where the homeless go
in a hurricane,
Tonight there is hardly
A sound or a chirp,
It is as if they sense
The coming dread,
We all await
The power unleashed
That soon will blow
above our heads,
The size of 3 states
Nature’s fury
She churns the waters
Reaching out her arms,
“Rest assured,
I am coming,” she says,
“I will turn your way
Into the South,
I will release
My endless waters,
The winds I have
Will scream my name,
And you will know
When I am with you,
And when I leave
Your world is changed,”
And so we wait
These endless hours,
and birds now sing at break of day,
I bring my plants in from the porch, and wonder
Where the homeless go
In a hurricane?
cfblack awaiting Florence 09-13-2018
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